Monday, 16 December 2013

If indeed you are able to expand
the photographs on today's Post, then the problem over the past weeks is
Nobody's Fault But Mine. Happy to have blamed Google for a poor
service, I continued to work on the problem via friends, forums and my
own tinkering and now believe the situation to be resolved. In my
continued struggle for neatness (photos centrally placed, text directly
beneath etc) I have been clicking out the 'Link' element on each image
to set the text close to the photo. Yesterday it was discovered there is
no need to do this, so am hoping this works. With the appalling weather
continuing, along with my confinement, it is easier to cope with and
gives me another opportunity to continue my journeys through some of the
wilder and most exciting part of the United States of America, the
country that continues to dominate our Readership (have all you lovely Americans passed the Link on to your Friends and Families?).

the most northerly city in the USA and the 10th northernmost
in the World with Point Barrow also being the most northerly spot
on the North American Sub-Continent.

The short walk to the hotel (looking more like an over-large
shipping container) allowed close and prolonged views of

summer plumage

SNOW BUNTING

and similarly feathered

LAPLAND BUNTING

both species are common all over the town.
Dropping the bag it was straight out birding and a chance encounter
with 2 young 'scientists' studying the local bird-life on a quad-bike.
Would I like to see summer plumage

RED-NECKED STINT
was the question, followed by a lift to a small roadside and melting
ice-floe in a built up area. Also feeding at the same waterside were
Western, White-rumped, Semi-palmated and Least Sandpipers.

Next
morning I managed to 'hitch a lift' out to the Point where again I was
stopped by a young man in a car wanting to know what I was doing. He was
there studying Cold Climate Medicine and told me he had a great
interest in birds but didn't know any of them. He made the suggestion
that he would provide the transport if I would tell him of the birds
which worked very well spotting among many others

RED-NECKED PHALAROPE

and what we in Europe call
GREY PHALAROPE

as when they visit our regions they are that colour. On the other hand
the Americans call them RED PHALAROPE
I'm sure you can see why!

The 'smartest looking' DUNLIN ever seen by myself.

Then came something extremely special, a bird which at that time I
had never seen. Perched on a hummock and almost unbelievable,

one of 3 SNOWY OWLS in the area,

along with a nest we almost trod on it being so close to the gravel road.

LONG-TAILED DUCK

The Doctor dropped me at the edge of town late afternoon and

just in time for me to be invited to the

INUIT INDIAN (ESKIMO) WHALE FESTIVAL,
The main course of the meal, White-fronted Goose stew was on the
table waiting and I needed no second calling.

The
Inuit are allowed to take a specified number (believed to be 28) of
Bowhead Whales per season, which are hunted in the traditional manner
with 'hand harpoons' and later a rifle to deliver the coup de grâce. These
images show just how tiny the boats are used for the hunt which are
left on the ice during the freeze. It is easy to distinguish the
successful vessels, by the flag hoisted on the mast, and the crews are
rightly revered as every bit of the mammal is 'used' being shared among
the community.

The festival begins as crews and towns people drag the boat into

the town among much singing, camera clicking and prayers.
The highlight of the festival is

MUKTUK

which
is the traditional Inuit/Eskimo and Chukchi meal of frozen whale skin
and blubber. The concoction above is however 'special' in as much as
when the Whale is caught the choice cuts are placed in a barrel and
marinaded in its own blood for 6 months. Each morning and evening this
is stirred with reverence then forms the highlight of the festival.

The towns people usually eat one or two strips while celebrating

but most is taken home in plastic bags

and treated similarly to a Turkey might be at Thanks Giving over
the rest of the USA. As can be seen, the locals were enjoying my
'tasting far more that I was.
NOT THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER EATEN,
BUT THERE WAS ONLY THAT SINGLE OPPORTUNITY.I would consider myself a looser if waking any morning regretting not having done so and so the day before!

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Born Beeston, Notts 1946, my family moved to Dorset 1959. Joined the Royal Navy age 15 years and 50 days serving 10 years. In frigates firstly then over 5 years in Submarines as a Seaman/Diver, reaching the dizzy heights of Leading Seaman before leaving to join the Merchant Service, working in Ocean Salvage and Harbour Tugs, passenger / cargo ships, trials vessels, etc. Qualified as Mate (Chief Officer) in 1976 and as Master (Captain) in 1978. For my final 20 years of 47 I worked in the Offshore Oil Industry initially on the drilling rig Stena Hunter, then the accommodation barge Borgland Dolphin and finally the Floating Production Platform Buchan Alpha. On the rigs I forged a number of long lasting friendships several of whom shared some of my extensive travels. Setting foot on Caymen, Bermuda, Bahamas and The Azores in March 2013 brought my countries total to 147. The best, undoubtedly, was Antarctica, followed by Australia, Mongolia, Belize, Zimbabwe, China and Madagascar, in no particular order. As for my greatest achievement in life, my 2 beautiful daughters bear witness to that. Love to all our readers, your in my thoughts. Bagsy